My parents are going out. One is talking to me from outside my bedroom window, while the other is outside my door.
They’re talking simultaneously.
Mom from outside – “Are you working today?”
Me – “No!”
Mom – “Close your window. Somebody can stick their hand in there.”
Dad – “What are you doing today?”
Me – “Working on my member clients.”
Mom and Dad – “What?!”
Me – “I’m organizing my member clients!”
Mom – “Oh I can’t hear her.” Mom says in a huff.
Dad – “Cassius is here to keep you company.”
Mom – “I think your other window is open on the other side too. Someone can get their hand in there!”
Dad – “Make sure to lock the door if you leave.”
Mom – “Your screen isn’t down on the other side.”
Mom – “It’s not locked.”
Me – “Can someone stick their hand in there?”
I have today off. May the Gods part the heavens and rain blessings upon me for my one scheduled client canceled and I washed sheets yesterday.
I want to buy something. Something big. Like finally getting my Playstation 4, or a new MacBook, or an iWatch.
I’m saving the iWatch for when I retire. It’s the perfect parting gift to celebrate 10 years of hard manual labor massaging people’s asses. I literally used elbow grease to massage people’s backsides for 10 years. I think I deserve a watch.
I told my weekly client yesterday that I’m retiring from massage once I reach 200 members. Telling clients about my retirement makes it more definite. It’s makes it feel closer to happening.
It’s annoying when people think I love massaging since I’ve been going at it for so long. Now whenever they give off the impression that I may like it, I quickly retaliate with saying I’ll be retiring at 200 members because no, no I don’t like it. And it’s annoying that you assume that I do.
I’m hoping it will happen in 3 months, my retirement.